"Get down on your knees and lick my red nails
Call me queen with your entangled tongue
The sun that blooms in Hell
Darkness that's fallen to Paradise
If you're confronted with light and despair
Which one goes deeper?
Roses fly from my head
I'll scatter them into Nirvana
Wounds that secretly pain you
Blood that gushes away
They both lead to the depths of my heart
You've given these gorgeous gifts as tribute
And yet you're still
Seeking love?
Tell me exactly to what extent
Grown men are just foolish little boys?
Get down on your knees and lick my sacred feet
Call me queen in your hoarse voice
The proof of your life creeps up the tower of pain
Slowly making your way, you can barely breathe
But if you still ask for it
Your dying breath just might be
the words that melt"
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